I collapse on the floor
Crying
I shut and lock the door
Inside i am dying
My head in my hands i crumble
Tears slide down my face
I take the blade and my hands start to tremble
My old scars have been replaced
With fresh
Perfect
Scarlet
Cuts.Replaced with new sorrows
Anger
Dark
Thoughts.Tears fall onto the floor, sinking deeper in the ground
Watering the roots
Of children never found
Watering the rootsOf the souls who are bound.
Bound to the ground of sorrows
Of the souls who are bound
Who will never see tomorrow.
Looking at the blank walls,
I cry
Looking at all the times ive fallen,
I want to die
The pictures on the wall mock me
With their fake happiness and fun
Reminding me that i will never be free
Because in this body i am trapped, we are one.
They all say its within yourself to seek
To seek happiness
To seek goodness
To seek hopeThey all say you will find inner peace
If only you try
If only you give it your allOnly if you dont die.
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Breakdown
PoetryThis is poem about a breakdown and some thoughts about it. No hate... IT ISNT FINISHED YET IM STILL WORKING ON IT BUT ENJOY THIS PART OF IT